Like this:

Tears of late September, sigh of weak limbs against unrelentless winds tempting faith, but, there is a light, a radiance, a sweet song just o’er the mountain, Jehovah-jireh; harps calling like a lily blossom to water; opening like petals of undying love, unwavering, green, through the storm, blooming passion, seeping joy from every leaf, leaving books to feed a soul.

~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #4)

Like this:

Moments flash before me like pinches of a rainbow, like dandelion dust, blown and reverberated into wind; these psalms that soothe ache, rekindle love of a father, a son, and a spirit, nothing less than holy.

Grasp the flickers that remain; the embers a heart emulates.

~~~(I am penning a poem a day from today through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #3)